If time were mine again,
whatever would I do?
Would I contemplate a straight run of keeping my precious pearl for longer.
My mind often wanders to what might have been only lust ,
My virginity safe until I was sure.
Wouldn't ever be left sore.
Would I have married long ago?
Lived in a stagnant rut?
Perfect security but, happy?
Maybe not.
The flowers around the garden gate invited me in.
A pair of doves perched on top.
Billing and cooing.
Discussing us with each other, don't let them stop.
They stared at us almost envious of the love we shared.
Birds, they don't often  notice  people  who so obviously   care.
Marriage not made in heaven.
Nor was it made in hell.
Like a millpond, still and silent.
The sun caused love to evaporate.
Nothing left but friendship but, friendships sometimes best.
(c)LIVVI